A day in the park with friends, celebrating another little one’s 1st birthday…
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So I’m on Engadget, and they have this thing about the iPot (Information Pot) and how it’s used by Japanese folks to keeps tabs (without being invasive) on their elderly folks at home. Okay fine. Sort of a neat idea, a little creepy, but I get it.
Then I’m digging around and notice this piece on the iPot, and they had this little paragraph that struck me as poingnant somehow:
The experience for the participant is to speak the language of the machine and thus to more deeply understand and connect with the machine. The action may also bring about personal revelations in the participant, because in sounding with the blender one is likely to perform gesture and sound expressions not previously accessed which may open up hidden emotions or thoughts or feelings.
Now, this strikes a chord for me, ’cause I’m one of those people who, as a child, spent about four and a half-minutes trying to figure something out, and then I’d get frustrated, freak out a little, think I was obviously retarded, and then put it down, never to do it again.
Which makes me think about why the hell I got into computers in the first place. Immensely frustrating things. I intentionally and happily got myself into a professional field where I often wake up not knowing what I’ll need to know before the end of the day. My lack of organization actually helps me in my job, since it means that I sometimes have to be a little faster on my feet (faster on my fingers?) when it comes to figuring out why a particular piece of hardware/software/user won’t work. It’s gotta be fast, and it’s gotta be darn-near free, otherwise it won’t look like magic, as all good technology should.
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So now I’m at Hamburger Mary’s on Davie, and just getting ready for today’s run-around after a morning of sorta zoning out and staring at stuff. Can’t wait to see what Ripley looks like in his kilt. I’ll have to make sure I get lotsa pictures tonight and tomorrow, ’cause I know people have been complaining that I’m not posting enough pictures of him.
Ripley was playing with some (washable) pens after dinner (“Bunny Noonles“), and I got him some paper. A few minutes later, as I was stirring the cold water into the Cranberry Jello, he came running up to me claiming that he’d drawn a picture of himself. This is normal stuff for a little kid, and we’ve all had seen the blob of scribble that’s allegedly the people/cat/Gramma/house, but this time, it’s actually got a face.
See? Look at that face in the top-right. I’m not kidding.
The thing on the bottom left is a “big rock, with some scribble spilled on it for the fishies to eat.”
Posted on February 12th 2005 in Friends
Ripley and I were getting ready to head out and grab some shwarma, and I put his socks, on for him, but must’ve done it a little funny on his left foot, ’cause he limped away, and then wiped out a-la “Breakin’ 2 – Electric Boogaloo” once he hit the hardwood flooring outside his room.
There were tears, there were comments about the evil floor that had somehow wrestled him into a horizontal position.
The socks were rearranged for him, and he got up and tried again.
I asked him if he was okay, and he suddenly composed himself and said “I fine,” and walked back to his toys in the living room. His tone was as if I’d offended him by asking if he was okay.
“Of course, I’m okay, Father. I’m just embarrassed, okay?”
Posted on February 15th 2004 in Friends
I’m thinking about bring over Rip’s blog from here and seeing if I can make it go in this blog.
Good luck
Posted on February 26th 2003 in Friends
to here:
Where did the last year GO? :)
Posted on February 6th 2003 in Friends
